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Alphonze Aliandro Poem
im just laying about
thinking thoughts of a cricket
thinking about what crickets think
while buzzing and beeping
they think of the creatures
lurking and creaping
that love tasty crickets
who's buzzers are beeping
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Alphonze Aliandro Poem
From a train to a car to the blood on the tar
boys be laying in the street with a gun at their feet
Dead cause thug was the name
they were raised to believe
Now its blue vs red vs blue and red feds
equality's a dream that died
ina troubled youths head
Cause peace was the vision of a hood kid who
hung with other kids he thought were his friends
He got cheated and beatup and treated like hell
by the niggas he thought were his friends as well
So his peace dream died but he should of kept it
cause now picking up a gun equalled being respected
Then he joined the red side cause his oppressors were blue
He took pride in the task to kil his old crew
So he filled up his pistol and got on a train
to a car that would take him down memory lane
As he greeted his brothers and stood by the car
he heard a loud bang and fell on the tar
Now he realised the blue crew saw the jump coming
then he died in the blood that he dreamt of becoming
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Alphonze Aliandro Poem
Sleeping dreams should wakeup
explore the world you make-up
Dream big and embrace the fall
cause greatness always stands tall
Live a little bit, a bit meaning a lot
Set your sail and move across
the ocean in your path
If loneliness is what you need
to be the better you, you need
then grow your mind and you will see
your growth could change your destiny
When you jump off the branch and take to the skies
you'll see the world with new eyes
The new you will soar and know
that you'll meet the people to help you grow
Since a bit means a lot, a lot means much more
so live a lot and your journey will lead you to soar
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Alphonze Aliandro Poem
Synchronising melodies
are sounds that words could never be
their operatic symphony
is calmer than the bluest sea
Now music in its purest form
flows through me like a waterfall
becoming a vibrant thunderstorm
rearranging my minds thinking wall
Some music sooths my metal strain
while others wake my tired brain
some music touches life's black holes
and brightens up their very souls
What prayer and music give to me
is nothing short of harmony
Like a honeybee, my pen is free
to express what music means to me
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